Your favorite rapper’s favorite punchline adds his newest single to the countless Google-clogging search archives of songs name “Sweat.” The end result is so artificially enhanced, one would wonder if even the perspiration was created with the F11 button on some greasy-faced computer geek’s MacBook. Read the rest of this entry »
Mr. Kiss-My-Ass Ca$he’s tape is becoming a black hole of leaks, but as long as the music is thorough, we’ll just sit back and watch the show. Whereas one particular “Mega” producer suggest that Haute Living is the way to go, Chase opts for the grimier side of things with the fourth edition of “Trill Living” with the only remaining Supersonic. Read the rest of this entry »
So many people have opinions and preconceived notions on Bow Wow and his music, I sometimes feel bad for the guy. You know, when he’s not out making an ass of himself. As the title suggests though, “Alright” is actually just that. Read the rest of this entry »
If you’re looking for Bow Wow, just follow the flashing lights yellow and blue hues that beam against his mohawk and you’ll find him repping YMCMB for Greenlight 4. Dressed in a white t-shirt, long socks with the Vans and pockets stuffed with cash, he’s the epitome of the archetypal rapper, but he’s not faking the funk. This is his real life. Read the rest of this entry »
By now, Bow Wow’s probably well aware what most of you think of his rap career. It’s fabricated. It’s the gift of networking at a young age. It’s long past its prime. That’s all well and dandy, but Shad’s not quitting his day job and looks to silence a few critics with his newly liberated Greenlight 4 mixtape. Read the rest of this entry »
“Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you/I don’t know why your advisers ain’t forewarn you…” – Jay-Z
Pride has been the downfall of many great men in history. In the case of Bow Wow, it’s the reason he’s now $1,000 lighter in the pockets. Read the rest of this entry »
Everyone knows the industry is beyond shady and very few people have been able to take it over. For all the jokes and negative connotations thrown Shad Moss’ way (I actually heard Chris Brown out rap him the other day), he’s had the career many can only be lucky enough to sustain. Read the rest of this entry »
The other day I had an interesting conversation that sort of “revolved” around T-Pain being a has-been and serving no relevance what so ever. In some respect, the Teddy Pain train has lost a chunk of it’s steam with Auto-Tune being “dead” and all, yet the idea of his relative career being six feet under was a bit of stretch. On any given Sunday, you can still catch the Nappy Boy helming a hook that will penetrate the Billboard charts and most of the material he really puts his heart into Read the rest of this entry »
When deliberated over its proper context, yes, there’s a possibility that every material possession imaginable brought upon by wealth can still leave one’s soul feeling hollow. Yet it remains, the majority of us reading said quote can’t easily identify with a millionaire’s daily gripes and struggles (for argument’s sake, we’re going to award them the benefit of the doubt). But the average, everyday working-class citizen, most likely can identify with a time where a jolt in monetary support allowed more legroom than usual. A lottery scratch-off, a healthy tax return or just being responsible with your savings—have all brought about that proverbial “happiness” which the infamous quote refers to. While relishing in the splendor of the moment, the general acknowledgement is probably something along the lines of “wish it was like this everyday.”
For some of our biggest Hip-Hop mainstays of the moment, the pursuit of happiness was chased vigorously in bare feet through rugged terrain but the payoff was rewarded with golden slippers to prance about as they saw fit. Now it seems Kanye West and Rick Ross have forgotten the blistering path which led them to complain about life’s luxuries.
Feverishly thrusting his fingers into a Twitter-tirade the other day, an one-on-one sitdown with Matt Lauer on The Today Show prompted Kanye to depict himself a martyr rolled up in a scapegoat blanket for being grilled about the George Bush ordeal. Nevermind critics are propelling the ratings of his new album through the roof or he’s an easy shoe-in to join the handful of artists with a platinum album in 2010. No, his newfound empathy towards the former looniest executive of all-time isn’t being respected and it’s hurting his pride. Alas, there will be no chance for reconciliation. After all, it’s a “set-up.”
No one man should have all that POWER but you do, Ye. Let’s keep it all…the…way…real. None of your core supporters give a damn about Taylor Swift or her record sales and any positive emotion towards Dubya definitely doesn’t register. Playing coy and overtly humble is a direct contradiction to the music you make and quite frankly, whining on TV & Twitter makes us all roll our eyes and actually wish for a spaz-out moment so we can applaud you for holding your ground. Money can’t buy you happiness but it can fly you away from any perceived threat that may linger in your mind.
Let the dollars set you free if the truth is delaying the process.
See, you can’t totally fault Big Baby Davis. Not when his favorite rappers are giving Dougie instructions for dead presidents. You probably had no idea who the ruffians were behind the latest fifteen minute hit but with Jermaine Dupri, Bow Wow, B.o.B, Sean Kingston and Red Cafe all have lent their talents on the remix so you can use Cali Swag District for all your rap running gags for the remainder of 2010. Read the rest of this entry »
The Game gets the glory but G. Malone has the grustle to catapult himself into the West Coast’s next credible gangsta rapper. His latest project Nightmare On Seven Street, set to terrorize your car system with appearances from Snoop Dogg, Nipsey Hussle, Jay Rock & Xzibit. Read the rest of this entry »